eed," Meng Po affirmed, "There's nothing to be gained from it. Even the woman who sells skull noodles in the city, Li Da'niang, makes more than this in a month."Lu Cheng glanced at her.Angry!He has no...When I first encountered "Black Tide," it was spring.

That day and night, the bright mirror hung high.

The arrival of the "first wave" was unsummoned. They emerged from the mist and vanished back into it, as if nothing had happened at all.

Perhaps only my vanished subordinates know how the battle between mist and water unfolded.down, his tattered clothes scraping a large hole in the ground, revealing comical floral underpants.The old man's voice gradually faded away.The others in the dilapidated lord's hall watched nervously...